âĢ Freaks âĢ
Jacob laid before him several piles of research on Alice, and Katherine Grey, along with many, many surveillance photos that he had the demons that have been following them to take spread out across his motel bed. Each pile of paper was neatly placed, and stacked in a perfect order. To his left was information on Alice, and to his right was Katherine. The piles were organized by year, with each one representing five years for each girl. Though the in information was mostly the same old thing. They'd go to one foster home, then usually get into some trouble, and would head to another home. It was nothing truly note worthy.
Jacob continued to obsessively mull over all the recorded details of the girls lives. He was looking for something, anything that would give him an edge when they finally do confront them about their parentage. If there was any advantage he could find, he'd have it. He was also looking for any sign of their father making contact with them at any point. But even that was like looking for a needle in a haystack. No matter how many records, and files they find on them it still won't give him the whole picture. So annoying.
His concentration was disturbed by a dinging sound coming from his phone, signaling that he had received a text. Jacob sighed in annoyance as he leaned back on the bed, and unplugged his phone, and picked it up off the nightstand. Jacob's eyebrow twitched in annoyance as he read it. "Elliot you wanker. You'll ruin everything." He muttered to himself.
[To: Elliot]
[You idiot! I'm going to beat the piss out of you! Don't do anything! I'm on my way.]
He quickly replied back. He slid his phone into his jeans pocket, and got off the bed. He grabbed his black leather jacket, and was soon out the door. He didn't have time to inform their demon escort what had happen. He had to go, and deal with Elliot directly. Hopefully he won't cause too much trouble without him there. Or so Jacob hopes. And to do so he needs a ride. He made his way to a black SUV that was being used by some of the demons here. Jacob went up to the car door, and opened it. Demons, they can be a cocky, and arrogant bunch. Leaving their car doors unlocked, not even worrying about lowly humans taking them. Child's play.
Jacob sat down in the driver's seat, and searched the car for a moment, looking to see if the demons were dumb enough to leave the keys in there as well, no such luck. No matter, it wasn't going to be a problem. Jacob reached into his jacket pocket, and pulled out a black pocket knife. He flipped open the knife, and jammed it into the ignition. Using his superhuman strength he was able to turn the knife, using it as a makeshift key to start the car. And then he was off.
Ignoring traffic laws, and other drivers Jacob was able to make great time to the party. Hopefully Elliot didn't have enough time to cause too much trouble. Jacob found himself a parking spot quite a bit away from the party. This night was not going his way. Jacob entered the party not long after, and practically as soon as he walked through the door he was noticed by the females. He saw the looks he got from the girls, the glances, and he could hear the low rumblings of them whispering about him. Wondering who he was, was a new student, and theories about why he's there.
Nothing he wasn't expecting. Unfortunately he turns heads when he goes anywhere. Which is a nice tool to have in the old toolbox, but at times it can be annoying to be constantly watched. He gave a nod, and a polite smile to each girl he passed. But his main focus was to find Elliot. Jacob kept his eyes peeled, scanning his surroundings for both Elliot, and the girls. Maybe he could salvage this night. He didn't like walking in without a game plan. Damn Elliot, and his impatience. Perhaps it'd be easier to break his legs so he can't get anywhere. Jacob chuckled to himself slightly at the thought of it.
Jacob searched the sea of drunken hormones for either Elliot or the sisters, but he saw nothing. He was surprised by how many people were there. And with this atmosphere here was not the ideal scenario to speak with the girls about their situation. He'll have to adapt and think on his feet as usual, and also have to clean Elliot's mess per-usual as well. And then he spotted it, his brother's curly hair across the crowd as a fair amount of party goers headed towards some sort of commotion outside.
Jacob made his way through the crowd, trying his best to maneuver around the crowd of people. As he began to pass a group of roided up apes in lettermen jackets he accidentally bumped into one of them, causing him to spill his alcohol on his shirt. Jacob paid little mind to this, and continued on his way. "Hey-hey watch it asshole!" The jock called out as he grabbed Jacob's shoulder to get his attention. The jock was a young man with short blond hair in a nice and trendy haircut. He was a touch smaller than the other monkeys rocking lettermen jackets, but just from his posture, and tone alone he was the apparent 'alpha male' of his group.
Jacob glared at the man's hand, and rolled his eyes. Jacob glanced ahead of him, losing sight of Elliot. "I don't have time for this rubbish. Don't you have a half-conscious bird to go fondle or whatever it is you privileged athletes do to boozed up females?" Jacob groaned in annoyance, and then brushed off the jock's hand, and tried to walk away. The jock went right back after Jacob, and grabbed his right shoulder once more. "What'd you-u say you limey co-" Jacob interrupted him mid-sentence by reaching over with his left arm, and twisted the guy's wrist.
The jock let out a yelp of pain. In seemingly one motion Jacob slammed his right elbow into the jock's chest, hitting him dead center, and knocking the wind out of the inebriated athlete. As he doubled over Jacob quickly grabbed him by the back of his head, and bounced his face off of his knee. The jock fell to the ground with a busted up nose that began gushing blood. Jacob turned around to see his friends not too happy with him laying out their leader, or whatever he was.
"I really don't have time for this. The dickhead had it coming." Jacob stated. But they weren't having any of his explanations. The largest among them, in both height and mass was the first to come towards him. The guy was a mountain of a man, barely looking like he belonged in highschool. Jacob let out another annoyed sigh. Once the giant got close enough Jacob merely delivered a huge uppercut, which hit the jock with enough force to actually give him some lift off the ground. The giant fell backward, and landed in the arms of the two athletes that were backing him up, with the two of them barely being about the catch the mass of muscles.
When the trio of jocks looked up Jacob was gone. As the three were distracted Jacob took this moment to get back to the task at hand, and disappeared into the sea of people. He went with the flow that was heading outside to the fight that was apparently going on. He heard the name Kate being bounced around among the crowd, it was as good as any spot to find Katherine given her aggression nature. And assuming Elliot heard the same thing as him he would most likely go outside to investigate as well. That is of course assuming he's actually interesting in finding the girls.
Once outside he scanned the crowd for any sign of Elliot, or the girls. Though he failed to see any of them. But then he saw glimpses of the two girls fighting that the crowd was gathering around. No mistaking it, he's positive that it's Kate. Jacob let out an annoyed sigh. Why did he always have to be the mature one? Jacob made his way through the crowd, pushing, and shoving people aside without a care until he was in front of the crowd. Looking upon the two girls fighting Jacob rolled his eyes. He brought up his hand, and released a loud whistle to get their attention on him.
"Ladies, I'm sure whatever your grievance with one another can wait." He stated in calm, and soft voice, trying to bring out the charm of his accent. He then flashed a pearly white smile towards Kate. "I'm afraid I need to borrow Ms. Grey here for a moment. So please Katherine if you come with me this'll only take a moment." He continued to keep up his calm manner, though she really wasn't going to have much of a choice in the matter. He'll carry her out kicking and screaming if he has to.
"Oh, and I'll also need to speak with your sister as well. If you could be so kind as to call her here, it'd be much appreciative. I have urgent matters to discuss with the both of you." He added. "Hey you limey cocksucker, we aren't finished asshole! I'm gonna kick your ass!" The familiar voice of the jock he had just laid out called out behind him. The jock had a crooked nose, and bloody napkins sticking out of his nostrils. Jacob groaned, and rolled his eyes as he turned around to face him, and his posse. "Wow, I do believe that entire statement was belligerent, racist, and homophobic all at once. And here I thought that all the stereotypes of Americans were exaggerations. Your mum must be so proud." Jacob smirked.
"Mate, I suggest you and your fellow roided up knob jockeys walk away before I embarrass you further." Jacob warned him. But this only pissed off the jock even more. The jock marched over to Jacob, and wound up his arm for a punch. Jacob easily dodged his attack. He's used to fighting with demons, and they are considerably stronger, and faster than a human. Dealing with this idiot would be like fighting a drunk toddler.
Jacob side stepped another punch, but this time he grabbed the jock's wrist. Jacob twisted his wrist, and then quickly jabbed the jock in his throat, muffling any screams of pain he might let out. Jacob swept the jock's leg, and pulled his arm forward, causing the jock to completely flip over before he was dropped to the ground. Still holding his wrist, Jacob stepped on the jock's shoulder, and began slowly twisting his arm. Jacob placed all of his weight to his foot, keeping him pinned to the ground. "Now, I'm not going to pretend to know anything about, what I'm guessing from the jackets, American football. But I'm guessing having an intact arm is rather important correct?"
"So, let me let you in on a little secret. A bruised ego mends faster than a broken arm. You're gonna walk away right now before I get really angry, are we clear?" Jacob asked, keeping his cool, and calm tone. When the jock didn't answer him Jacob twisted his arm harder. "I said, are we clear?!" "Yes!" The jock finally responded back. "Good man." Jacob replied. Before he released the jock Jacob took his hand, and grabbed his pinky finger. Jacob then proceeded to pull the pinky all the way back, making a unsettling crackling sound as he broke the finger.
Jacob released his arm, and allowed him to get up, and crawl away with his tail between his legs, along with his friends. Jacob turned back to face the girls, and adjusted his jacket. "Terribly sorry about that luv, men and their bravado. Hope you understand. Shall we go someplace to talk Katherine? We have important matters to attend to."